Author's Note; This is basically just me wanting to write a cute fluffy fic that counters all the angst I keep seeing everywhere, and I apologise beforehand for the swearwords..it was without thinking I'm afraid.
Again, this is SLASH, so if you find this sort of material offensive, please read it over and over again until you become accustomed to it. Thanks.


Sometimes Harry liked to think about if. Just 'what if' scenarios in his life. Like, what if his parents were still alive? Well, obviously he wouldn't have had to survive the Durleys for most of his childhood. He wouldn't have been so ignorant of the wizarding world and its wonders at Hogwarts, he wouldn't be "The Boy Who Lived", he wouldn't constantly be in the newspapers along with a snappy headline somewhere along the lines of; "The Boy Who Lived to be Gay"- but nevertheless. The most important thing was that he might have met him sooner. At a wizarding event, perhaps.

What if Harry had accepted his offer of friendship the first time round? He would never have befriended Ron and Hermione- that much was certain. He would definitely have been sorted into Slytherin and would have wanted to be there too. But it was probable he would never have bumbled around in true awkward teenage fashion with a couple of girlfriends before realising his actual libido needs were closer to home than he had first expected. Slytherins were so much vaguer and into blurring the lines a bit when it came to sex; after all, a fuck was a fuck to them. And Harry preferred it that way.

If his parents had not been on Voldemort's side, things between the pair of them could have been so much easier. No need for Draco to carry on the pureblood family line, no need to attempt to kill Harry at every available opportunity – no dire punishment if Harry was not killed.

If he had not pressed him up against that wall on the third floor and kissed him recklessly, perhaps nothing would have happened. Until the next time Harry's peculiar Draco-related urge came up (no pun intended,) while he was around, and he was forced to act on it.

If he had not fisted his hair and kissed him back so eagerly, Harry really didn't know how he would have coped with such an immense knock back, and the consequences that would come of it.

If they had not had a whispered but heated discussion about the event afterwards, but nonetheless agreed to meet in the Room of Requirement later, Harry would never have learned the true definition of heaven.

If it had not been the Slytherin to teach and show him the delights two men can have of an evening (and morning), maybe right at this moment Harry would still be pottering bout after various girlfriends he felt nothing for. Though he had never been with another man but Draco, Harry still felt that nothing and nobody could make him feel as good as Draco could with one hand (or tongue for that matter). But Harry digressed.

But the worst of all 'if's; if Voldemort had succeeded in murdering either of them, then surely the other would die of a broken heart. Harry could definitely not imagine a life without Draco anymore. There would seem to be a permanent hole in his life where he had once been.

Draco had scoffed at this-

"Die of a broken heart? How clichéd can you get, Potter? At least bother to think of something more dramatic or exciting than that." But upon seeing the hurt expression on Harry's face, rolled his eyes and then smiled affectionately at him.

"How about you stop thinking about 'what if's now?" he had suggested. But here comes the best bit that had stuck in Harry's mind:

"No matter what 'if's there could have been, how we are right now is where I want to be, and I would not change it for anything. So stop lamenting, you daft bugger, and enjoy me!"

And perhaps, Harry thought, nearly fully occupied with Draco in his lap, he didn't need to think about 'what if's anymore.